On the temple mat,

Ji Luo grabbed the fan with one hand, scratched his belly with the other, and turned over comfortably.

Corner

Zhu Dachang returned to the small alley he was most familiar with, lying horizontally at the intersection, his head snoring on the stone steps.

Pheasant Xiaoyu had a spring dream, and the ninth wicked Yuan Batian was setting up the altar, telling his master what he had seen and heard during the day.

At this time, there was a yellow mist in the air over Tiantai County, which was shrouded and penetrated the windows of every household.

He Cheng, who had become a flying stiff, wrinkled his brows and looked around him, there was constantly black and yellow gas, and the lights in the room were full of shadows, less than eight feet away, the lights had been blocked by yellow fog, and they couldn't shine at all.

He was surrounded by a glowing light, which was conspicuous in the yellow mist.

"How?"

He Cheng's body hair faded, pushed the door and walked out of the room.

He opened a room where the maid lived.

Death.

There were four maids lying on the bed, sleeping soundly with their eyes closed.

There is no undulation on the chest, the face is purple in the iron blue, and it is covered with large sores and pus, which is very oozing.

"Sure enough, he died"

There was no reminder from the system in his body, but He Cheng found that he had the ability to produce the plague, and even control the plague.

However, he controlled it too late, and all the people around him died, and he was not sure how far the plague had spread and how much it had harmed.

After eating the mana of the plague god, he actually obtained the ability of the plague.

"Just don't attract the attention of those immortals"

Seeing that the corpse was not infected with corpse poison and there were signs of corpse transformation, He Cheng returned to his room.

Early the next morning.

Zhu Dachang was kicked awake.

"Stinky beggar, why didn't the plague kill you?"

"What did you say?" Zhu Dachang has also experienced the life of a rich man, and he immediately refutes it.

"He's got a bag on him, he must have the plague!"

Hearing someone say that the plague was not good, Zhu Dachang secretly said that it was not good, and sure enough, many people stole frightened glances at him.

"A bag with sores is a plague?"

Ji Luo staggered over, and with a fan in his hand, a row of pus suddenly grew on the man's face.

"Send you a few, go back and experience it slowly~"

The man covered his mouth, frightening and urinating.

"Master!"

Zhu Dachang happily trotted to Ji.

"Big seed, how is it, are you sleeping well?" Ji Luo took off the wine gourd stopper.

"Master, why are there so many people on the street?"

The coffin shop was broken through the threshold, and the coffins were carried out one by one, large and small, old and young.

"Plague," Ji Madness Wine Gourd raised his mouth and took two sips.

"The plague?"

"I'm underestimating those bastards, they killed four or five hundred people, and a mountain, a living creature of water, so many killings were put on Fuhu's head, I'm afraid he will be completely pulled off this skin" Ji Madness was worried about his brother, and he was also chilled by the death of so many people.

"I really shouldn't have let that bastard go!"

"What are you talking about, master?" Zhu Dachang scratched his head and didn't understand.

A Taoist priest in a yellow robe suddenly appeared at the corner of the street, with a black birthmark on his face with a small half of a slap.

He was followed by a large group of people, all of whom honestly listened to his education.

He opened his mouth and spat out Xingzi, "Why do you get the plague?" Because you have angered the Jade Emperor! First the flood, then the plague, and then even more terrible! The sky collapsed, the earth dragon turned over, the sky rained fire, and a hundred ghosts slaughtered the city! ”

The funerals on the street are full of white things, and these words make people's hearts furious.

Seeing that the people were frightened, the fake Taoist priest proudly stroked his little goatee: "Last night, the Jade Emperor gave me a dream, as long as you raise a thousand taels of silver, he will stop the plague, and no one will die!" ”

Someone asked, "Why do I believe you?" ”

"Why? I am the Monkey King Dragon Arhat! This time I went down to earth for you mortals, and you still don't worship me, and you dare to doubt me? Believe it or not, someone will die soon? ”

"Poof!"

Ji mad squirted out a mouthful of wine, and the choked nostrils flowed with wine.

Someone dared to pretend to be a dragon in front of him?

"Dragon Descending Arhat?"

The broken fan flicked slightly, and the fan cracked a crack, and there was an extra birthmark on the fake Taoist's face.

The fake Taoist priest himself didn't notice it, but the ordinary people who were watching pointed at his face.

"Mean? What does it mean? I was sent by the Jade Emperor, if you don't listen to me, you will all die of the plague! ”

"Still not changing?" Ji Luo flicked the fan again, and the fake Taoist priest had a big birthmark on his face again, and half of his face was covered.

"Also refer to me, you really don't know how to write dead words, hum, in seven days, you can do it!" The false Taoist priest sneered.

"How dare you talk nonsense?"

Ji Luo shook the fan again, but the fake Taoist priest did not react, and the opportunity for his fan to cast spells three times a day had been used up.

"Master, what are we going to do?" Listening to what he said was terrible, there were always people who believed it.

"Humph!" The fake Taoist priest shook the dust in his hand and shook his head proudly, "Prepare a thousand taels of silver for me to open up the relationship above, and then burn a living person as a sacrifice, so that you don't have to worry about the plague from now on."

"People? There are many Yixiang Courtyard, and no one wants women there! ”

"Let's go, go to Yixiangyuan!"

A group of people walked towards Yixiang Courtyard, and Ji Yan tightened his pants, "It's broken!" ”

"Master, what should I do?"

"You go and stare at that group of people to see what they're going to do, I'll go find a helper first"

The fan could only be used three times a day, and he had already used it three times, and it was difficult for him to cope with the next trouble.

"Oh good" Zhu Dachang nodded, and suddenly paused again, "Master, you don't plan to go to eat dog meat behind my back, right?" ”

"You see that?"

Zhu Dachang said, "You killed the mad dog you buried yesterday, and I was standing next to it."

"That mad dog bit two people to death, I ate it to overdo it, your Taoism is too low, you can't eat it."

"Just leave me some soup...... Bones are fine, let me smash it, smash it, and taste it."

Ji Madness kicked Zhu Dachang's buttocks, "Hurry up and go to work!" ”

"What a stingy master, he will only eat alone" Zhu Dachang had to keep up with the crowd, and with the strength of the crowd, he also entered the Yixiang Courtyard, which he had never had the opportunity to go to in his life, and saw the beautiful Xiaoyu who was alluring the country and the city.

…………………………………………

More than a dozen coffins were carried out of the house.

"Mr. He is really blessed with a great life, there is a plague around, and there are not many people who can survive" The coffin maker accepted the silver and sighed sincerely.

"Bury them, burn some paper money by the way, everyone will gather maids and servants, mountains of gold and silver"

The coffin maker nodded, "Definitely, don't worry!" ”

Ji Yan squeezed over from the coffin, and suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "Wait! ”

"Crazy monk, what are you going to do?"

"Open the coffin, I want to see!"